First, bear in mind that this is based on a true story. With what you're about to read, I dono t expect you to believe me. But it's true.

All was well as I logged into my favourite creative server. I was about to finish my trial build, which would enable me to become a full-time member of the community. And it was a great community. Friendly people online, always busy, loads of group projects to take part in. There was never a dull moment on this server.

But after logging in, I came to realise that this time would be very different.

Blop - blop - blop - blop. I liked hearing this comforting sound as I placed the blocks. The build was almost done. I took a small break, flying up and surveying my masterpiece from all angles. The only thing that seemed out of place was a small object on top of a quartz tower. I hadn't seen that before. As I zoomed in, ignorantly hovering over, I saw something that really wasn't supposed to be there. Innocently sitting there on the white surface, was a severed head. My head. Covered in dripping red blood.

It just happened to be staring at me, where I was hovering in the air. The way it appeared; I might as well have recieved an electric shock. Or was it just a member of staff messing with me? Smiling at my foolishness, I tabbed and looked down the list of names. A couple of people who I didno t know, but that was all. The only staff members online were afk. So who did this?

I turned round, my smile vanishing in an instant. Half my build was gone. Huge chunks had disappeared. The blocks: snatched from thin air. I felt like an anvil had just been thrown at my chest. He was here.

It didno t make sense. I was murmuring away to myself, gazing around in horror as I flew into the remains of the palace that had taken me so long to create. No! My mouth dropped as I noticed the piercing colour of lava through a window. All around the palace on my plot, it was being spawned. Around the corners. Between the walls. In the shadows. Rivers of lava appeared out of nowhere. A black figure was darting about.

I couldno t say anything in the chat. Unable to speak. I was muted and muffled, helpless and being trampled by a monster with powers far greater than my own. Everyone else was speaking just fine, and going about their normal business. Meanwhile, my hours of work were wasted, being torn apart before my eyes. My palace was beyond saying. Anything left was swamped in mountains of lava. There was nothing I could do!

The black figure darted away. I didno t see its name. All I saw, from the corner of my eye, was that it flew off, impossibly at the speed of light. I knew who - o whato - it was. It became obvious the moment I laid eyes upon that severed, blood-drenched head. Sickeningly, gut-wrenchingly, horrifyingly obvious. It was him - the entity that plagued my nightmares and stuck in my head everytime I opened my laptop, who Io d only just got over, who had made this little game a living hell for me. The hacker had found me again.

Here I was again. At the mercy of the hacker. I knew I should just log out, but I couldno t. Something awful had happened, and I was frozen in fear, unable to run away. I dono t know how many seconds passed as I stared at the screen, waiting for news, but eventually, I saw my name.

o What griefers seem to forget is that we can see who places blocks...so, care to explain this, SoggyTractor?o I was teleported to the spawn. I was numb with horror, my blood frozen in my veins, processing information like a machine. There they were, everyone from the server, flying around me, shouting my name and asking why Io d done what Io d done. But I hadno t done anything. It just didno t make sense.

They were angry, confused. Why had a builder with such potential and maturity suddenly griefed their spawn? Why was their spawn covered in fountains of lava, stricken and destroyed by fire, flames and flooding? o WHY WOULD YOU DO IT, SOGGY?o o We leave our guest world unprotected because we trust whitelisted people...why betray our trust?!o

o WAIT! Dono t ban him yet!o o Yeah, leto s imprison him first.o So they made me a prison. They made a place for me to suffer. At the centre of their stricken spawn, a floor, a roof and iron railings appeared. They teleported me into it. They hovered around me, jeering and cackling, roaring with victorious delight. Some began throwing potions and eggs at me. Others joined in. Every item you could think of ended up in my inventory. They were punishing their griefer. Getting revenge. That was all that mattered to them.

Even if I could speak, they wouldno t believe me if I told them I was innocent. I was condemned, helpless, and surrounded by a pack of hyenas. I stood there, not even moving my mouse, barely able to see anything amidst the items being thrown at me. But still, I saw the hacker. It flew around, behind all the people who used to be my friends. Io d even have preferred its herobrine skin to the blackness that it was now shrouded in.It was a beast moving among its puppets.Staring at me, watching my every move as my reputation fell apart before me. Last time it killed me. This time it was destroying everything. This time, it made everyone my enemy.

Then I began speaking. Well, I didno t begin speaking, but something was speaking with my name. The hacker was me, SoggyTractor. How did he grief so quickly? How did he hack so expertly? How did he steal my name?

o Well, this has all been rather fun. Lovely to meet you all...and I expect Io ll be seeing one or two of you again someday. So, go on. Get it over with and ban me! ;)o

I dono t know how it was possible. I didno t know hacking gave you so much power. But it sealed the deal. Everyone on the server thought it was me. In their eyes, I was no one. Oh, I wish I couldo ve seen the name of the hacker. But I saw nothing except screams of outrage, ranting and furious insults coming my way. Then I was banned, forever, and it was all over. The owners cast me from the server. They would post photos of me and my crimes on their website; they would tell other creative servers about me and I wouldno t be able to log onto them ever again. It was over.

Still shaking, I got up and left the room. I couldno t even be near the laptop right now. He had ruined everything for me. I couldno t risk seeing him ever again.

It was strange having lost so much while not even being in real life. But now I was in real life and all my dignity and pride seemed to have been taken. Friendships were broken and could never be recovered. Io d probably never even see the people on that server again.

I felt numb as I walked past my older brothero s bedroom. Even though I didno t get on with him, I stood in the doorway and poked my head in, hoping to re-gain some sense of normality by talking to him.

But, no. What I saw was the opposite of normal.

There, on the screen that he was staring at, was the game I was just playing (well, if I can possibly call it a 'game' anymore). There was Minecraft. There was the very same server I had just been banned from. There was the grief-stricken spawn, the chaotic, spammed chat, and the empty prison cell which my Minecraft character had just vacated. Also on his screen was another program, showing lines of strange characters and weird code.

There before me, was the hacker in all his glory. Sitting there. In real life. As he turned around, fixing his eyes on me for what felt like the first time ever, I felt an unstoppable rage. A rage which I couldn't hold in, which I wouldn't stop. For I was not muted in real life. In real life, I could do whatever I wanted.

And now, meeting his gaze, I felt nothing but a furious thirst for revenge.

To be continued...

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Comments : 49

Damn, I've read your first story just some mins ago, and I love it. I like what you've made out of it, this.. memory. Please continue this story, and maybe someday make a really long one, it doesn't even matter if it is based on a real life thing or just fiction, I love your writing :D

*Evil laughting* I got a pact with the devil...not really, but the cousin of my best friend made a mod...it allowes you to get the greatest power in MC! The mod uploads a bunch of files to the server, and its possible to use mods! YOUR OWN MODS! And noone else could! On my favourite server was a hacker too...I took my gravytron and trew him onto a pressure plate...the pressureplate deactivated a redtorch, it activated a hopper. A hopper with a timed bomb inside. It put the bomb into the Tsar. The Tsar was already filled with the fuse, hydrogenium and uranium...imagine what happened, the config. for the fuse was 0 sec.....

i know what happened. maybe your brother got on and griefed. but the admins/ ops have th power of /d. they can do /d Player (name) and they will posses the skin and name above the skin like a normal player. also with lightning fast speed they were probably using /speed to e e enhance flying speed

*based* on a true story. Some details are edited. It's not entirely true. And I'd call it 'dramatization', not 'exaggeration'. Imagine how dull it would be if I said: "I was angry at the hacker. I then realised it was my brother. I got angry at him. He was mean."